“Oh, you'll hear of that some time,” he answered. “I'm goin' to stop talkin' and mournin', and go back to Rushwater and get to work.”
“Let's find McCarthy,” I said, and we rose and walked toward the Delevan House. “Last night I saw you shake hands with Colonel Busby,” I remarked.
“Yes; I knew the Colonel long ago, and we met here yesterday,” he said.
“Do you know where they are now?”
“They left this morning to make a trip around the world. She is to be married on their return.”
“Married! To whom?”
“I cannot tell you.”
So it happened that I gave up the last dream of my youth.